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Letter 36 – I Am the Succubus (another erotic story)

2/5/12 – 10:33 a.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.” —Henry Miller

My burlesque show, Dr. Farrago’s Burlesque Theater, was amazing this past Friday night! I’m so glad that I didn’t cease our show after our big NYE production. I knew that I was nearing close to the curve of success. For numerous months, my goal has been to put 200 audience members into the house. I surpassed that number by 37. It was so thrilling! Mr. C was so pumped, reporting the door count to me every so often as it gradually increased. Last year, we were only filling the house with approximately 40 people. At this last show, we even had a very long line at the door, long before the club opened. I haven’t observed the venue being this full in a very long time. I could hardly walk through the large crowd. The tables went fast until it was standing room only. Everyone had their phone cameras out, shooting the performers in mid act. Even City Pages, a highly respected Twin Cities publication, sent out a photographer to do an online, photo slide presentation of our show. It will be posted on Monday. ( http://www.citypages.com/slideshow/dr-farragos-burlesque-theater-at-ground-zero-36080787/) It’s so exciting to see my dreams and goals materialize. It’s been many years of hard work and persistence.

Unfortunately, I am suffering with another Kidney stone. I’ve been pacing the floors, night and day, in agony for almost a week. I can hardly remain still. I’m grateful the pain subsided for a few hours, and the potent pain meds kicked in during our show. Today, I continue to run a low grade fever and my body is shaking from the pain. I hate to write about my physical ailments. I’d rather not, and write about sex. However, I need to give you a full picture of the obstacles I overcome in my daily life. I need to express my life, as accurately as I can, in these letters. My life consists of many wonderful, positive things. But, much like everyone else, I have the negatives of living life as well – the obstacles to endure – the messy bits. Continue reading →

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Letter 31 – Cher, Burlesque and Thin Air

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” —George Bernard Shaw

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Letter 31 – Cher, Burlesque and Thin Air

I’m writing this letter on 1/28/12 at 7:12 p.m.

Dear Henry,

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” –George Bernard Shaw

It’s the day after my birthday. I feel sick, fever, chills and puking much of the day, and it’s not because I partied hard last night. I think I’m coming down with the flu and became over exhausted by doing so much to get ready to have a small get together at my loft last night. I had a few family members, good friends and performers from the burlesque troupe over for dinner and cake at the loft. I made a slow cooked roast beef, corn, mashed potatoes and gravy. It was nice to celebrate with a small group of friends and loved ones. But from now on – NO MORE PARTIES! NO MORE BIRTHDAYS! Both are over rated. I think that the only thing I like about having a birthday is reading all the birthday wishes from friends from all over the world, posted on my Facebook page. I had so many Happy Birthday comments that it’s been hard to reply with a thank you to every birthday wish posted.

Are you aware Henry – that I was born on Mozart’s B-day, January 27. I cannot play a musical instrument. However, my computer keyboard is much like a piano to me. I type fast and passionately when I write. My fingers fly over the keyboards rapidly as if I were playing a great composition. I adore the delicious sounds that my long, painted fingernails make when they are striking my keyboard. It makes a rapid, click – clacking noise that is much like music to my ears and soul. Sometimes, late at night, when I cannot sleep, I hear cadences and words obsessively playing in my mind, as if it were hypnotic notes of music. It haunts me and will not stop until I compose a piece of poetry.

Phantom in My Soul

He comes in the night

On a beam of moonlight

He wakes me from my dreams

Surprised when he comes

At a quarter past one

Yet, I don’t even scream

He sings in my mind

Words laced with rhyme

He’s always there

Muse: Sweet Poetess I’ve come

My poem’s just begun

I’m the spirit you breathe in the air

He speaks in my mind

Passionate rhyme

Spun from ancient lore

In visions we dine

Have a wonderful time

As we dance on Heaven’s floor

I feel when he’s near

Without pain or fear

I succumb to him

Muse: Sweet Poetess your mine

My servant to rhyme

Submit to the phantom within

The more he whispers to me

His poetry

He draws me near

And when he chimes

Sweet rhythm and rhyme

His words are clear

Seduced by a voice

Without any choice

I listen to the phantom who speaks in my soul

Muse: You can’t escape my spell

To the Poetess I tell

My gift’s a bottomless hole

When he’s in my mind

He takes me beyond space and time

Into dimensions unknown

And then in that world

Emotions and poetry swirl

And somehow I’ve grown

But sometimes I cry

Because I’ve said goodbye

When I needed a break from my muse

Yet, what have I done?

He was the one

I didn’t want to lose

When he whispers no sound

I look all around

I miss him so much

I crave for his rhyme

Words so sublime

I yearn for his touch

Then he calls to me

With his poetry

Out of the blue

Muse: Sweet poet of mine

Don’t shut me out of your mind

You need me as much as I need you

Soul: I’ve missed your words

And your poetry world

Please come back to me

Without you near

I don’t want to be here

Its misery

I feel so lost

At night turn and toss

I’ve missed you so much

Muse: Sweet Poetess of mine

You’re addicted to rhyme

Then deeply in my soul I felt his touch.- Mia

Burlesque (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have less than one week before the production of our next burlesque show. I feel anxiety as normal, wondering how I’m going to make the budget to pay for the show, hoping for a large enough audience, and that all my promotional work pays off. I often wish that reality was like Hollywood movies, and that money would come from thin air and save my show. I’ve been working hard, trying to finish enough letters written to you, to be able to publish this book, Mia Loves Henry Miller, Book Number One – Mysteries and Journeys, so that I can sell them at shows and other places online, book stores, adult toy Stores, boutiques, etc. I’m anticipating publishing this provocative book, after I have written 50 letters to you, Henry. I’m determined to make an abundance of money in my future with my writing my art and my burlesque show. I deserve it!

I’m going to remain hopeful that luck is on my side and a miracle will appear much like it did for Cher in the movie, Burlesque, so that I can continue on with my dream, producing this astounding show. However, if it does not pan out within a year, I’m afraid that I will have to possibly cease things. I have been doing this over almost twelve years. It costs me and my husband all of our savings to invest in performers, advertising, costumes, props, etc. I sacrifice having a car, new clothes, new furniture, just to keep this show going, and I often wonder if I’m spinning my wheels in slick, wet mud. I have to believe that with my determination and tenacity, that everything will work out. I wish money would come from thin air like it did for Cher! It seems like such a Hollywood fantasy. I’m mostly an optimistic person. I’d like to believe the dreams really do come true.

I started this show so I could use my creative license with music that I find passionate and inspiring, as well as use my creative license with my artistic, neo-style in my burlesque numbers. I remember how much easier it was to just show up for a burlesque show, which someone else was producing, as a performer, and just do what I love to do on stage, without the work – administration, show and drama stuff. But, then, I was stuck having to use music that did not inspire me, or perform in a style that the producer desired, and I did not. I am a free spirit and I cannot change that. Now, I’m so busy putting the show together that I hardly have the time to rehearse my own burlesque numbers. I’m lucky if I can get enough time to rehearse my magic to perform with The Illusionettes.

“Nikki: I will not be upstaged by some slut with mutant lungs” –Movie, Burlesque

The task of running a show of this quality and size seems so overwhelming. Between booking acts, keeping the performers drama free during a show, and promoting and organizing the show, I may have lost the fun of performing. I wish that I had someone to guide me, to tell me if I should continue to move forward or to cease it before I’m further in debt and another year older. But, I’m afraid that if I quit now, there is no coming back. I would lose all that I have worked for. I could also be quitting right before turning the corner to financial success.

“A mother’s love is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking.” –Helen Steiner Rice

Being the Matriarch of a burlesque troupe is often like being the mother of a large family. It is often a thankless job. I have to make difficult decisions that not everyone will like. I have to make sure that I have the financial budget to support the show. I have to remain strong, so that I can keep the order of the troupe, keep drama to a low level, and protect what I’ have built. I have to do all the promotional work, because I have not found anyone that I can trust enough to follow through with the large task of promoting a show well. At this point it seems easier for me to do it, than continuously nag the person I asked to do it. I also have to come up with a large budget to pay for performers, yet, I don’t receive any kind of pay for my efforts. My performers always come first. Instead of putting myself at the top of the pay list, I sacrifice my pay so another performer can have it and the opportunity to be showcased onstage. Maybe that sounds fucked up, but I believe in treating my performers fairly. I feel that if they work for me, they deserve to be paid for their time and talent.

“Sean: [talking about the money Tess needs to save the club] It’s just money. It’s just a number.

Tess: I know, but… do you think I could do it?

[Sean shakes his head]

Tess: Tell me a lie.

Sean: I need your expert sewing skills.

Tess: Tell me a *new* lie.

Sean: I don’t love you.” – Movie, Burlesque

It’s been a long time since I’ve financially gained from producing a show. What’s even more frustrating is that I have been loyal to the nightclub that we perform at for many years, devoting my blood, sweat, passion and tears as a Bondage A-Go-Go Dancer. This club has a large stage, a decent dressing room, and the ability to get away with stripping down to pasties, without the city of Minneapolis freaking out. What’s a bitch is that I only get $3 dollars per person at the door. That is hardly enough to pay for a small core troupe of performers. I have to pay for my stage production staff, advertising, and guest performers out of my personal budget. I honestly do not know how much longer I can personally finance this burlesque show. However, this night club’s stage is legendary and it is where my heart leads me. It has everything that I require, including a consistent, monthly gig, which is important. It’s where Mr. C and I have called home for more than a decade. Even when I try to escape Ground Zero, it keeps calling me back. I expect that before I give up, that I will come to some kind of agreement with the venue in regards to pay. If not, I will have to say goodbye to a passionate love. I really don’t want to say au revoir.

“People love burlesque today because it incorporates all the old-school glamour, satire and highlights the female form — it’s something that many women can actually see themselves doing.” –Baby Doe

What is a shame is that we have so many talented burlesque troupes in the Twin Cities, yet there are not enough venues that have the ability to support our art form with the appropriate city licenses, or a theater available who does not charge us a lot for rent on a Friday or Saturday night. I can’t believe that someone with the financial backing has not come along to build or renovate a burlesque venue to support all of us. Minneapolis has some amazing variety and burlesque talent with a huge, burlesque history. It’s a shame that we all struggle to make it, doing something that we love to do.

Even though I don’t get to perform as much as I used to, I still get the high from producing an amazing, high quality show. I also get a sense of family from all of my performers, for better or for worse. It’s taken me over a decade to revise and revamp my burlesque/variety show up to this point. Will all this hard work, blood, sweat, tears, and money eventually pay off?? I believe in karma. I believe in the good in life. I wish you were alive to reply to my letters. I’m basically spilling my guts to thin air, desperately wishing for an answered prayer.

It’s getting late Henry. I’m tired. My parents are taking me out for breakfast in the morning for my birthday. I hope that my stomach is feeling better and my fever is gone.

Bisous, Mon Amour,

Mia

“There’s an old joke that strippers work for money and burlesque dancers work for applause. For many of them, it’s not the way they make a living – they just do it because they like to do it.” –Eric Hall

mia loves henry miller – Letter 1 – Mr. B, Mr. C & MJ’s Party, Part 1

mia loves henry miller Letter 1 – Mr. B, Mr. C & MJ’s Party, Part 1

(A majority of my blog is based on true events – however, there is much fiction intertwined in these stories)

My writing in blog form is raw…please forgive me, my readers. I’ve been up day and night editing the first fifty letters, which will be published in my first book. I wanted to re-post my letters one last time prior to removing them offline. These letters will be passed onto another editor and then will be uploaded as books on Amazon. My goal is to complete this task by my b-day, January 27. I hope that you will enjoy these letters, despite their imperfections. Sincerely, Mia Malone-Jennings

I’m writing this letter on 12-04-2011 at 10:05 a.m.

(The reason that I document the date and time that I’m writing these letters to you is so that I can

Demonstrate to my readers that dreams can be achieved, even with a busy schedule, if one works on a project in small increments of time. Many of us dream of writing a novel, or a play, or maybe even a movie script, and then quickly convince ourselves that we do not have the time to do so. Anything is possible, and there is always time to write, if one takes whatever time in our day to do so, even if one can’t write much more than a few sentences every few hours or even days. Eventually, one will finish, if one keeps moving forward with progress. If one procrastinates, never using their time wisely, one’s dreams will pass them by, with nothing to account for in the end.)

Dear Henry,

“Chaos is the score which reality is written.” – Henry Miller

There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry. – Henry Miller

I just arrived to my artist loft. The fireplace is now warm with flickering flames. It feels warm and wonderful on a cold and snowy day! Why do I live in Minnesota? I’m such a masochist. However, I love being at the loft, because this is where I keep my huge collection of Henry Miller books. I feel closer to you when I’m here versus my other home in the suburbs, because I have your written words, books, so close and available to me. I also have my favorite bedroom, nightstand drawer full of lotions and fun toys next to my very comfy queen size bed. It’s nice to have my privacy when I’m here and to relieve some stress!

I’m still very tired from the weekend. On Friday we had a great Dr. Farrago Burlesque Theater show at Ground Zero Nightclub in NE Minneapolis. A majority of the performances were awesome, sexy, high energy and so full of talent. The house was very full with an extremely grateful audience. I love the high from producing a great show!

“Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.” –Henry Miller

This amazing troupe of performers is my family. I love them all! I am so grateful for their time, dedication and talent. We have all put our blood, sweat, tears and joy into this show. I hate to give it up, which I have been considering, due to the show’s high financial expenses. I’m working super hard trying to find sponsors, fundraising possibilities. I trust my instincts that I will find the perfect solution to my dilemma – I am going to choose to believe and expect miracles to occur.

“For some reason or the other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood. He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality. Everything is endured—disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui – in the belief that overnight something will occur, a miracle, which will render life tolerable.” – Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

My husband, Mr. C and I went to an awesome party hosted by my beautiful, famous and talented friend, MJ, and we didn’t get home until after 6 a.m. Sunday morning. MJ has been a good friend to Mr. C and I for over ten years. We all got so naughty! It was so much fun. I have never been to one of MJ’s parties where sexual stimulation was the highlight of the night.

MJ used a new kinky toy on me. It was amazing. I don’t have much time to write more about my experience. I have an art deadline to meet.

“Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.” – Henry Miller, Sexus

12-4-2012 – 12:30 p.m.

I just finished lunch – a bowl of spicy, Asian noodles. I’m getting ready to paint – I’m an artist, like you were Henry. I use mostly acrylic on canvas when I’m painting on canvas. I love to use Sharpie pens and Prisma Color Markers on Bristol Paper.

Mr. B, my lover, is coming over tonight! I’m looking forward to an exciting night. I will write more when I can.